Everyone returned to their party mood once Crista left. Her leaving didn't affect the party much. The party was still lively. Tristan, however, looked at the way she went from time to time. Did Chica run away? What if something happened to her?
Although he was engaged, and she was married, he still cared for her. What a ridiculous situation they were stuck in! They didn't even get a chance to explain things to each other.
Few minutes later, Sally went to the restroom to fix her makeup. When she was about to enter the washroom, Crista came out and saw Sally. She nodded politely and greeted her, "Miss Yu."
"Mrs. Ding, you don't need to be so polite with me. You can call me by my name. Also, since you and Tristan are friends, you must also call me Sally." After applying the face powder on her face, she took out a red lipstick and applied it as well. Then she turned to Crista and gave her a disdainful smile.
"Miss Yu, you’ve misunderstood.
Maria found Crista in the parking lot and brought her back to her room. She held Crista by her shoulder and comforted her. "Mrs. Ding, please lie down for a while. I'll get you some food." Crista nodded. "Thank you." Her voice sounded so weak, and it was not only from the drink she'd had. It was because she was too depressed and grieved and had lost all her enthusiasm. After that party, things never got better. Crista fell seriously ill. Over half a month passed until her condition was better. All the while she stayed locked in the villa. Besides, William disappeared soon after that night and hadn't returned home yet. However, it was better for her to live here alone than to face him. The doctor who was treating her, had advised her to get rid of the depression she was suffering from. Otherwise she would end up with incurable depression. But how could she stop her depression? She had lost her everything. Even her enthusiasm to live. She was now just w
Tristan knew only one thing. The woman in front of him was the one he had loved for so many years. No matter what kind of relationship she had with William, he still wanted her. If he hadn't left Crista and come back late, she would have been his woman instead of William Ding. However, that changed nothing. He didn’t know what Crista was thinking, but he still wanted her to be his woman.
William was sitting on the black leather couch while Martin and several men in black were standing towering over Bert, who was kneeling on the ground. All the men had weapons in their hands. On the ground, Bert looked like a mouse caught by a fierce cat. Several bruises were on his face. "Mr. Ding, I promise I’ll pay you back. I'm trying to find a way. Please give me a few more days." He begged and hoped William would spare him a little mercy. "Bert, have you forgotten the conditions we made?" William asked in a harsh
"Misunderstanding? How ridiculous! Do you think I’m stupid? I should have caught you in bed with him. Only then would you have admitted, right? B*tch!" Sally sneered. "You're even flirting with each other in public. How could you tell me that I’m misunderstanding you after seeing that? Anyone who has eyes can clearly see that neither of you is innocent, and here you're, busy eating cake?" Sally’s eyes darted towards the cake on the table. "I'll let you eat it then!" As soon as she finished her words, she picked up the cake and smashed it on Crista's face. All the cream got stuck on Crista's face, making her embarrassed in front of everyone. Crista didn't know how to react after this. She just sat there in a daze. "B*tch, don't let me see you again!" Sally pushed on her chest hard, then turned around and left. There was cream all over Crista's face. She quietly stood up, painfully aware of everyone’s gaze on her, then left the restaurant. Walking on the road i
Crista clenched her phone tightly. She couldn't answer it in front of William, nor could she keep the phone with her. ‘I'm sorry, Tristan,' she apologized silently in her heart. Before William could understand what she was about to do, she threw the phone towards the wall. It crashed on the wall and fell on the cold marble floor. The phone stopped ringing at once. She had broken the phone! Along with their relationship! She stared at the broken phone with teary eyes. She had no other choice. "Good." William then turned to his subordinates. He waved his hand dismissively. "Let him go." Crista asked Bert with a wavering voice, "Dad, are you okay?" "What do you think? Do I look okay to you? If you hadn't run away, I wouldn't have ended up like this!" Bert snapped sharply. "Dad, let me take you to the hospital!" Crista walked up to him to help him up, but Bert pushed her away. He glanced at William and denied her immediately, "No,
William glared at the disheveled woman in front of him. "Do you think you have a say in this?" William still couldn’t understand why was she pretending to be innocent? "I know this is not up to me to decide anything, but you can't do this to me." Crista felt nauseous as the effect of alcohol kicked in. Her stomach twisted as she leaned against the wall. "Then what do you want? Are you not satisfied with one man? Do you want several men at one time? Huh?" William gritted his teeth. He was now frustrated with her. She was the only one who dared to touch his tolerance limit. She was testing his patience over and over. "I can do anything for you, but I don't want to stay here. I will do other jobs and make money to repay you." He just wanted money, didn't he? Then he should not care how she made money. "Mr. Ding!" Carla opened her mouth. She looked at the stubborn woman named Cristine and wondered what if she was scheming a plan to
"Don't go. I'll take you out of here, away from this damned place!" Before Crista could say anything, Tristan pulled her into his arms once again. He couldn't bear to see his beloved woman suffer like this. She didn't even answer her phone after she disappeared. It turned out that William had kept her strictly under house arrest. But Crista shook her head. She couldn't leave at all. If she ran away, it wouldn't be just she who would suffer the consequences. She should be grateful that she wasn't sexually assaulted or beaten black and blue by William's subordinates. "Stan, you should go back. I want to stay here. Go back to Miss Yu! You'll be happy with her!" 'I will just be a burden to you. I'll only bring you trouble,' she thought deep down. William must have known that Tristan was there that day, so he asked for her to bring wine to Tristan on purpose. "Chica!" Toby watched as she withdrew from his grip with sorrowful eyes. He knew that she
"What do you think? Mrs. Ding, are you satisfied?" said a voice from behind Crista. It was William. She turned to face him. Her expression was wary. "Mr. Ding, what do you want?" "What do you think?" William said softly, moving closer to her. He lifted her chin, tilting her face so she had no choice but to meet his eyes. "I can return to the entertainment club. I can keep washing dishes," Ayla offered. Brian shook his head adamantly. "No. You don't have to go back. Your sweetheart has spent a lot of money to get you out of that place and allow you to continue being Mrs. Ding. Do you want to let him down?" She said nothing. William added, "So from now on, you live here. Get used to it." He stepped back and turned away from her, walking into his own bedroom, which was the master room on the other side of the hallway. As soon as he closed the door behind him, Crista walked inside her room. She gazed at the pretty purple bed sheets, the gauzy beig